”“Yeah, you're right. OK.”“Now, are either of you in pain? Are the cuffs too tight? I don’t want to injure you; you’ve behaved yourselves ...nd not given me any reason to think you’re going to become violent, but I do need to restrain you.”“I’m as OK as I can be with handcuffs on, officer.”“Yeah… same here.”“OK, now we’re going downstairs, and I’m going to sit you in my cruiser while I take the cleaner’s statement. It shouldn’t take long, but it’s simpler for me if I don’t have to keep an eye on. He pulled my pants up and as I was turning around he slapped me across the other cheek, possibly even harder than he had before. “I knew it!” he screamed, his voice seeming to echo in my head. “You take it up the ass like any common street whore, well if you want to be treated like that I’m going to respect your wishes!” He grabbed me by the back of my collar hoisting me up... Now let me explain I’m a pretty average guy 180lbs about 6’0”. Now my dad used to be a stud back in his hay-day, but. .. her long hair flowing over her shoulders or cascading down the delicious brownness of her back as her head tilts back with eyes closed and tongue running seductively over invitingly full lips!! I dream of her looking deep into my eyes as she slowly approaches my bed and lifts one leg to rest upon the corner of it. I love to envision her so intimately exposed for me and the gentle thrusting forward of hips as her body responds to the music. I then long deeply to feel her hands upon me.. ’ Her straightforwardness was not entirely surprising, but I was still taken aback somewhat. Nonetheless, I had her sit at the dining room table, and I stood beside her, purposely taking off the gloves. I knew that Crystal was deathly afraid of tornadoes. She had grown up in Oklahoma, and twice the family home was severely damaged by tornadoes, and her father had lost his auto repair shop due to yet another tornado. Just the mere mention of the word ‘tornado’ would have her visibly shaking.